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A12548	The Hector of Germany. Or The Palsgraue, prime Elector A new play, an honourable history. As it hath beene publickly acted at the Red-Bull, and at the Curtayne, by a company of young-men of this citie. Made by W. Smith: with new additions.	Smith, Wentworth, fl. 1601-1623.	1615 (1615)	STC 22871; ESTC S117634	34,994	68

in hazard of a sound losse Palsgraue This Saxons braue giues courage to vs all But I le requite it with a Germaine braule Enter Saxon Artoise Vandome and Mendoza Trier and Cullen Sax. You are the cause next to disgrace the Palsgraue For which I came The Emperour greetes you well And would haue noble Artoise lend his hand Both to cut off Bauaria and the King Artoise Where Mentz Here in England Trier Or what place you will Vandome France is the safer for the Stratagem Mendoz. And Edward is determined to saile thither Saxon. In Frauce then giue it birth Where if it sayle I le be the Palsgraues death Exeunt Enter French King solus F. King The care of Kingdomes is a weighty charge So is the care of children But Loues care Exceeds them all That dryes the blood of life More then the Feauer though they burne like Fire And to submit it to the law of reason Makes reason follie and discourse a Foole Then irresistable all ruling power Reuell in young mens hearts and leaue the olde Or meddle with inferiours not with Kings We should be priuiledged because most high But what 's a King vnto a Deitie Enter Floramell with a Napkin and a cup of Wine Floramell Your Maiestie call'd for a cup of wine F. King I did faire creature I thank your paines But when I view the colour of your lippe And looke on this the wine me thinks lookes pale You haue a better luster in your eye Then any sparkel that can rise from hence The siluer whitenesse that adornes thy necke Sullyes the plate and makes the Napkin blacke Thy looking well makes all things else looke fowle Being so faire in bodie what 's thy soule Floram. My soule and body are the gift of heauē And I will vse them to my Makers praise If other seruice great King you require I am ready attend your hearts desire F. King I think sweet creature what thy tongue has vtterd Is distant many paces from thy heart My hearts desire t is not in bending low After the afficious custome of a Court Nor lyes it in the vse of common things To bring and take away my hearts desire Is to enioy thee in another sort Which if thou yeeld vnto thou shalt be great Greatest in France next nay before my Queene For I le finde meanes to to take away her life So I may haue thee as a second wife Flora. The Saint of France forbid it all powers That haue continued both so long together In sacred rites of Mariage heauen deny I should be Authour of her Tragedy Or giue content where murther is oppos'd If I should yeeld and your Queene made away Might you not vse me so another day T is fearefull building vpon any sinne One mischiefe entred brings another in The second pulls a third the third drawes more And they for all the rest set ope the dore Till custome take away the iudging sence That to offend we thinke it no offence Wherefore my Lord kill mischiefe while t is small So by degrees you may destroy it all F. King Diuine is thy discourse like to thy beauty Flo. Does not Idolatrize beauties a flowre Which springs and withers almost in an houre Sicknesse impayres it but death kills it quite It vades as fast as shaddowes in the night Why should your Grace call it Diuinitie There 's nought diuine but that which cannot dye Least I offend by staying here too long I le take my leaue and so curbe in my tongue F. King Speake still I le heare thee Exit Floramell Flor. To our Sex t is bard We should be twice seene ere we be once heard F. K. Shee 'll neuer yeeld why do I woo her then Because I cannot bridle my desires Nor sleepe nor eate but as I dreame of her Shee 's to me as my Genius or my soule And more then they because she gouernes them Some way I le take my freedome to recouer That there 's no physicke made to cure a Louer Enter the French Queene Queene My Lord F. King My Loue Queene Yes F. King Infortuna Queene How Infortuna F. K. I mistooke thy name Yet now I thinke on 't I had busie thoughts How I might raise that Virgin to some Honour And match her with some worthy Peere of France Qu. Your selfe my Lord in some Adulterate kinde F. K. Nay then you wrong me I meant vertuously Beleeue me Sweet I did I loue thee so No euill thought should make me wrong thy bed By this it shall not this and this my Loue Kisses her Queene You flatter me F. K. I loue thee as I should What we haue liu'd together twenty yeeres And neuer wrongd each other should I now Be the first causer of the marriage breach Banish such thoughts let all mistrust begon If she grow iealous I am twice vndone Exit F. King Quee. I le haue about with her to finde out all Within there Enter Floramell Flo. Madame Queene What Medea was 't Of whom you learnt the Art of Sorcery To inchaunt a King and draw him to your bed Thinke you because you are my Mayd of Honour I le honour you so farre to haue my Lord Thou shamelesse Callet t is ingratitude Into my Husbands heart so to intrude I could haue helpt thee to a wealthy choyce Had you spar'd mine but now it cannot be For I must hate thee for thy tretchery Flo. I am accus'd that ought to be excus'd And blam'd as one vnchaste for being chaste I Inchaunt the King and vse Medeas Art Witch-craft I haue alwaies hated with my heart And except Modestie a Circe be I know no other kinde of Sorcery Your Highnesse sent me with a Cup of Wine Vnto the King the occasion of his wooing Was it my fault to doe your Highnesse will Iudge gracious Maiestie but as you ought And doe not blame me for a Virgins tryall His loue was answered with a strong denyall And so deny'd for euer shall he be That seekes by such meanes to dishonour me Before I wrong a Queene so truely kinde I le marre my face and make my sad eyes blinde Queene In. Exit Floramell Wee le consider farther of your teares I le haue her watcht if she prooues false she dyes But if continue constant to the end Neuer had Lady a more Royall friend Exit Enter young Fitzwaters aloft Y. Fytz. Since I was cast vpon this fatall Rocke And saw my Loue disseuered by the waues And my kinde Steward in the Ocean drownd Here I haue liu'd fed onely with raw Fish Such as the Sea yeelds and each Shippe I see As dayly there are some furrow this way I call vnto for ayde but nere the neere Once ask't me What I was I answer'd him An Englishman Quoth he Stay there and starue To the next that past I sayd I was a French-borne I le ayde no French quoth he Vnto a third That I a Spaniard was He bad me hang So that I know not

to death why doe you hold my Sword There 's greater fury kindled in my brest Then can be quencht by any thing but blood I shall turne frantique if you brand the Sea Of my displeasure in such narrow bounds And with a Deluge equall to the first That ouer-spred the world swell vp so high Till not a Mountaine ouer-looke the streame Nor heauen be seene for Riuers of the Land Y. Fyt. If I could feare the wauing of a Sword Mine enemies had frighted me ere now But I 'me invaluable like my minde Not to be wounded but with darts of loue And I as little estimate a Father In these Pathaires as he esteemes my griefe There 's no preoritie in loues high Court Graunted vnto the Fathers fore the Sonne But like the purest gouernment of all Euery mans minde is his owne Monarchy Where reason nere set foote to make a law Shall common sense keepe one that were absurd O. Fyt. Wouldst fight with me Y. Fyt. Not if you will forbeare me But in a warre defensiue I will stand Against an Army of my Auncestors Did their enfranchiz'd soules break ope their tombes And reassum'd their bodyes as they liu'd In their full pride and youthfull iollity O. Fy. Let Rauens perch vpon these blossomd trees Night Owles their stations in this Garden keepe And euery ominous portence draw neere For here I le offer vnto Hecate A hellish sacrifice in a sonnes blood Clyn. I feele an Earth-quake in my trembling flesh And my well boding Gemms bids me draw A sword of vengeance on this hastie Lord Ere suffer him to be a pariside O. Fyth. Will the Lord Clynton buckler out my foe Clyn. No but restraine you from a wilfull murther Flo. And like the best oblation for your wrath Loe I the subiect of this variance fall prostrate on my knee to suffer death Ere such a rude act most vnfather-like Be put in practice on so good a sonne O. Fyth. Good to deceiue me Y. Eyth. The deceit is yours O. Fyth. Forsweare him and I shall rest satisfied Flora. Neuer Y. Fyth. Nor I O. Fyth. Giue way Y. Fyth. I neede no buckler Clyn. I stand not here to offend but to defend Your liues and honour gainst so vile and act Would blurre the Conquerors fame perpetually Making your swords the furies fire-brands Bath'd so vnnaturally in others blood Where neither Honour nor Religion springs T is better farre such combats be vnsought I know your pleas her father has my graunt You her affection got against my will The place whereon you stand is our owne ground And here t is fit I arbitrate the cause Mongst reasonable men peace is held good None loue dissention but they thirst for blood O. Fyt. Counsel preuailes I am glad he is not slaine Y. Fyt. I liue with ioy that I 'me no Father-killer Clyn. Will you subscribe to what we shall inioyne Old Fyth. Y. Fyt. We doe Clyn. In briefe t is this You must forbeare my house And neuer more be seene within my gates Y. Fyt. This is extreame O. Fyt. I haue a heauier doome Which on my curse I charge thee to obserue Which is That instantly thou leaue the Land And trouble me no more to get her loue Y. Fyt. How am I crost Flor. How is my heart tormented Y. Fyt. Yet I haue all the world to trafique in Except in England and your Honoures house But as the dissolution of the soule From such a body as desires to loue Is burthensome and grieuous to the man Such is my heart disseuered from my Loue Flo. And such is mine to lose thy company Y. Fyt You are cruell to impose a curse vpon me That sentence is extreame I feele it worke More deadly on my grieued faculties Then to haue dyed vpon my fathers sword For now mine owne woes must destroy my selfe And that 's a murther worse then paracide Exit Y. Fyt. Flora. My knife shall end me Old Fyth. Hold thy desperate hand Would'st make our Nuptialls proue a Tragedy Flo. I would and be inhum'd within the ground Rather then measure out a hated bed Clyn. Neuer regard the passions of a woman They are wily creatures and haue learnt this wit Where they loue most best to dissemble it O. Fyt. If that proue so my heart wil be the lighter Manet Steward Exeunt Stew. I haue done an act will make me odious To all succeeding times betrayde my friend But here he comes I le stay and speake with him Enter young Fytzwaters Y. Fyt. Carelesse of foes of father or his curse Come I againe to challenge Floramell Which I suspect the Steward has betrayde Stew. Within my brest bathe a reuengefull sword Loe I oppose it to your greatest wrath Yet if you saw the counsells of my heart There you may reade t was not I but feare That was the Authour of your loues betraying Your angry father threatned me with death And I had no euasion but to tell it But if your Lordship please to pardon me I le lay a plot to helpe you to your Loue Y. Fyt. He that is once false will be neuer true Stew. Then wherefore serues repentance Y. Fyt. Well proecede Stew. Set downe the place where I shall finde your Honour And if I bring not thither Floramell At our next meeting take away my life Y. Fyt. Meete me at Yorke house Stew. I le be there ere long I haue done amisse and will amend the wrong Exeunt Enter old Fythwaters Clynton and a Bishoppe Clyn. The Bride not vp and the Archbishop come Some call her downe O. Fyt. Welcome my reuerend Lord Doe not you Bishops vse sometimes to dreame Bish. We haue the same incitements of the blood That others haue and in our phantasies We see strange shapes and diuers things to follow Clyn. What was your dreame to night Bish. As I remember Himen was turn'd into a Mercury And hee 's the Patron of all slye deceits But what 's my dreame to your affayres my Lord O. Fyt. That such another dreame I had last night And if I should be cheated of my Bride T were a strange premonition Clyn. Feare it not see where shee comes Enter the Page drest in one of Floramells Gownes wearing a Maske Floramell and the Steward aboue O. Fyth. March forwarde to the Church Exeunt Lords and Page Ste. So whilst he takes your place we are for York-house Flora. I come Fythwaters flying Stew. Let 's away Enter young Fythwaters Y. Fy. The stay of my faire Mistris makes me wilde Sure I shall neuer more behold her face The Steward 's false and Floramell may change I le therefore giue a period to my griefe And in dispayre finish what life denyes Yet ere I dye let all the World this know A Womans loue procur'd my ouerthrow Enter the Steward and Floramell Y. Fith. My Floramell to Sea Exeunt Enter from Church old Fythwaters Clynton Bishop and the Page discouered O. Fyth. Oh my distracted soule this is extreame Gull'd

she promisde vs a maske Queene The Palsgrave F. K. Be Iouiall Caesar mirth began the night And we will end it with the like delight Enter King Edward the Palsgraue and Y. Fitz Floramell Cullen diuers Lords in the Maske they daunce there F. King We are beholding to you Gentlemen For this your Court-ship pray discouer now F. King We will and make you all die prisoners F.K. King Edward heere Saxon. The Palsgraue Bastard All our foes Mentz Whose plot was this Trier Or is it not a Dreame Palsgraue T is such a Dreame you l neuer wakē from To talke of this strange admiration Which like the night houers on euery eye Know that I haue deluded you with hopes Vaine like those villaines which my sword did kill And by a Letter to the King deliuered Sent by your Queene to be reueng'd for lust I causde his Maiestie to enter thus Queene I receiued them in at the backe Gate King Where 's the Lady that has wrongd the Queen Y. Fytzw Heere is my trosh-plight wife Freer from that soule imputation Then is her Maiestie from iealousie King Is shee then chaste French King I le answere for the Virgin By my good Fortunes once now by my beard She is as nobly vertuous of a stranger As ere I knew and though I sought her loue I nere obtaind it Queene No where is my witnesse King Sonne call them in Enter 〈…〉 Palsgraue What can you sweare French: What must hee sweare English: I le sweare that the Lady is a good Ladie The Queen a good Queen ther 's an end of swearing King Is this all English And more then you should get of mee but that the Queene gaue vs golde to say something but who haue we here sirrah Frenchm. Players by this light players Oh I loue a play with all my heart English Begin begin we are set Sits on the Railes French: That 's a braue King English: That 's a braue boy that playes the Queenes part French: He shal be my Iuggler English: And when the play 's don I le be at charges To bid them all to supper Palsgraue Away with them French: I am very sleepy English: Would I were a bed Y. Fitz. I le leade you thither English God a mercy good Chamberlaine French The play 's done and now we must go home Farewell Exeunt Fooles Queene But shal the stream turne this way is my plot Become so weake you will beleeue a Subiect Before a Queene I haue out-shot my selfe In seeking Iustice at an enemies hand This is a crosse beyond the strength of brayne Sure I shall end my dayes in Lunacy Like one to whom due vengeance is denide Because of weaknesse on my selfe I le turne The fury that should light vpon my foe Scatter my hayre like chaffe before the winde Hell in this world dwells in a iealous minde Exit Q. Pals. Our reuelling has strucke day out of night And bright Aurora vshers foorth the Sunne To his diurnall course yet neyther night Day nor the morning with her flaring beames Can stirre vp valour in this Saxons brest What is thy minde made captiue with thy body Or thinkst thou that I take aduantages Where honour should be shewd I me still my selfe Ready to giue an answere to thy challenge As at the first and if thou conquerst me By my Atchiuements I will set thee free Sax. You shew your selfe in this a Noble foe And I receiue more honour then I hop't I thought because I was your prisoner You had esteemd captiuitie a conquest But since you haue awaked sleeping valour And giuen your Captiue such a priuiledge I am the same bolde combattant to dare And doe asmuch as erst I did intend Palsgraue Choose your owne Weapons and I le meete you streight Saxon. My Armour there Exeunt Enter Cullen Cullen Clinton and bold Fitzwaters are arriu'de And bring with them releast from seruitude Brandenberg Sauoy and Bohemia King Guide them in Enter Old Fytzwaters Clinton Drum and Cullens with Sauoy Brandenberg and Bishops with Soldiers Old Fytzw: Those with our selues we humbly doe present vnto your Maiestie Clinton Such as our Swordes by a glorious victorie set free King When Heauen is pleasde to giue prosperitie How it flowes in : welcome my honord Friends I am glad your thraldomes proue your libertie Sauoy The King of England has bene alwayes kinde Bohem. I haue euer found it so Brandenb: And so haue I Old Fytzw: Whom doe I fee my Sonne that stole my Bride As you respect my seruice gracious King Let me haue Iustice Clint: Clinton kneeles with him Y. Fytz. To their great seruice greater I oppose And doe beseech your Highnes wrong me not Old-Fyztw: Wrong thee Y. Fytzw I wrong mee may not Kings doe wrong Or dare you thinke because you are my Father I le loose my wife Clinton Daughter come from him least I force you hither Floramell Father I may not Y. Fytz. Fathers both shee shall not King Wee le heare no more of these bold menaces On paine of death I charge you both forbeare And let my censure sway this difference In England as your house the Byshop tolde mee That Clintons Daughter by a precontract Was young Fytzwaters wife and that some tricke Betwixt the Fathers to preserue theyr wealth Broke off the match to haue him wedde the olde This being true I charge you on your liues Vrge him no further in his lawfull choyce But as t was wrong enough to hinder it Make him amends by being reconcilde Y. Fytzw. Which I intreat vpon a dutious knee Floramell And so doe I Old Fytzw. Rise rise I am frends with you both and When my Anger 's ouer you shall find me a kind Father Clinton So shall you Y. Fytz. All le ts are now remou'd I am truly happy Cullen The Combattants are ready King Guide them in Enter seuerally Saxon and the Palsgraue Armd and in theyr shyrts Drum Culiors Palsgr. Idle are words where we must vse our swords Yet that it may appeare what mindes we beare Now we are marcht into this dreadfull Lists Know that this day my Honour shall exceede Or I lye breathlesse where I set my foote Saxon. Were thy brest Marble thy ribbs of brasse Saxon will haue the superioritie Or in this dreadfull place his life expires Palsgraue Sound trumpets the destinies guide all Fight and kills Saxon. Bastard The Palsgraue is invincible I thinke F. King Not to be ouercome Mentz Nor to be tam'de by any F. King Matchlesse and farre beyond the praise of words are all thy actions let me honour thee Palsgraue Our Friends returnd in safety cheers more F. King Caesar resigne your Title vnto Sauoy and Sauoy fit you vp whilst the doctors heare ioyn all their hands to make thee Emperour Palsgr: 〈◊〉 as the first Bohem Trier And to get your loue We will disgrace our selues to honour him Bastard Receiue the Crowne but as hee weares the same may it crush out his braines Palsgr. Long liue and happily the 〈◊〉 Caesar Sauoy As happily as your kinded loues haue made me And long as please the Heauens Palsgraue Your fare●●● rights shall be perfect ●● with State in Germanie whither I make the Maiestie of England and all our Friends King I le beare you companie Palsgr: Faire windes and prosperous to our several Realmes wee wish and pray for t is not our least good To be the Fauorites of the waning Flood Exeunt W. Smyth FINIS